Long story short, my last hike with my wife was my last hike. We noticed a very weird white dude lingering behind us as we made our way up the mountain. And this mountain is not a popular hiking spot. It’s in a state park and kind of off the beaten path. If you know about it, you know, but it’s about an hour outside of San Diego.
Anyway, everything about his demeanor, expressionless face and how many times we stopped and he didn’t pass us, was setting off every alarm in my system. I told my wife I was getting serious serial killer vibes from the guy and the sun was setting, so we made it a point to deliberately backtrack while he was going in the direction he thought we would be moving in. He was dressed like a typical hiker and appeared to be a well groomed, fit, middle aged white dude. But when I catch a vibe or gut feeling, I trust it. We got the fukk up outta there quickly.